beyond the edges in the depths of spirit land its the authentic, apocalyptic destroyer damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder a monument of crisis
. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At times of national crisis it's always the poor
de l'opposition La Terre en ebullition, mais pose-toi la question Pourquoi ces silences, dis-moi, pourquoi tout ca! Ce sont les memes drames, memes cris
droits Parle-moi de ce p????re Qui te bat tant de fois Parle-moi de tes peurs Parle-moi je te crois Parle-moi de ton coeur Qui se meurt au combat Blotti
mes esperances se heurtent a ce mur La peur de l'autre est bien souvent fatale A un point tel que l'Homme devient un animal Ces cris resonnent dans ma
the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis
she bathe and comb her hair We can light something nice and cologne the air I just wanna see you take it off Baby, you got what I need now Couple bottles of cris
[mase] Huddy combs bring it home, we don't stop Jimmy jones all alone, we don't stop Loon crime fam', we don't stop Meeno, nrb, we don't stop To my man
my wife, my crew meet her In other words, I need a chick off the meter The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon) Repeat 1 [huddy combs] Hey, yo
[huddy combs] Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a buck in the face I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin
Slash cardan slash take my stuff seriously What? [huddy combs] I'm getting bigger dough spotin minks and figaro's All my misses know huddy comb the
villains- generic you're feeling It is not- it is the plot for a pair that is chilling In the glorious heavens, standing for Christ in a crisis I know
A l'ecole de la survie, Moins tu pleures et moins tu ris, Moins tu frappes, plus tu cris. Si tu prends sur ta personne, Alors tu n'es plus personne
men fous de la mode, par definition elle se demodera A force de voir nos plus grands leaders assassines Je pleure pour leur memoire mais tous leurs combats
she bathe and comb her hair We can light something nice and cologne the air I just wanna see you take it off Baby you got what I need now Couple bottles of cris
love it, flip change, live dangerously Only lames spit game for free You damn right this man writes his raps like his life's in a crisis And I'm twice
Elle en a vu de toutes les douleurs Elle est revenue de tant de combats Elle a tellement tendu son c?ur La ou d'autres ont baisse les bras Elle dit qu
tes droits Parle-moi de ce pere Qui te bat tant de fois Parle-moi de tes peurs Parle-moi je te crois Parle-moi de ton coeur Qui se meurt au combat Blottie
